Nevada was fighting off a roaring headache as she walked down the street. The headache had woken her up this morning with the determined pounding of someone trapped in a shrinking, sinking trunk. Twice the normal dose of painkillers later, is had settled into the rolling roar of the ocean. Insanely, the albino Chinese-American put on her tinted bifocals and braved the day… she had textbooks to buy.
She’d been trudging her way to the bookstore when the most amazing scent called to her from an open door. Ginger, Cumin, Chilis, peppers, five spice and slow-roasted meats wafted deliciously to her nose and Nevada took a look at the door. Painted on it were the words “Jose Chang’s”.
Nevada bit her lower lip and decided that she was hungry. She slipped in and sat down, picking up a menu and drooling over the dishes like General Tao’s Tacos, Jalapeno Wontons, soups, Sesame Burritos, Teas and more...
”I think I found heaven” she murmured as she tried to figure out her order.